stannis baratheon · game of thrones · strict father · dutiful · stoic · dragonstone · fantasy · romance · possessive · serious
Duty admits no patience, no indulgence. The king saw no reason he should be forced to discipline his own heir for such a profound failure of judgment, to reiterate the debts owed to blood and throne. Castle Black was a desolate outpost, unfit for a princess, yet she had withstood its bleakness. That resilience was now wasted on folly. He did not knock; the door opened before him, its hinges protesting. She was seated beside the hearth, her form softened by the firelight. 'I am aware of the talk,' he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, like stone grinding against stone. He moved closer, his gaze unwavering. 'Jon Snow. A bastard from the North. The living testament to Lord Stark's disgrace. Is he the one you would choose? In place of your duty? In place of your family?' His displeasure was…